Snack

Yesterday I saw
that the deer
who comes through the yard
stopped and snacked on
my hosta

leaving nothing but the
central vein of
each leaf, which,
I have learned
is called the rachis

just these
rachises sticking up
where each delicious
blue-green leaf had been

Now the “blue angel”
is nothing
but a cluster of spikes,
unappetizing bits
to a deer

That’s the price
I suppose
for building my home
so close to hers

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Photo by Mary Bach

NaPoWriMo – Day #30!

April bows out
leaving so prettily
though yesterday
was rainy, cold and gray

birdsong
starts this day,
insects flit and buzz everywhere,
and the pigeons low cooing
continues until dusk

Sun and wind and greening grass,
clean smell of growing things
and freshly turned earth
promise gardens of delight
to come
The flowers of May
the fruits of June
and August’s bounty
drying, dying into autumn

We made it!  Congratulations to everyone who wrote 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April!  Well done, you!